RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: POEMICS
Vindication of a Madman
It was vengeance drove the man insane
It was rage that boiled his blood
All efforts to calm him were in vain
Like sinking in a pit of toxic mud
He called out for the heads of all
He would sever them one by one
He saw their courage and let them fall
He would hold them under the gun
When his henchmen moved too slowly
He put each of them in chains
It enraged him more just knowing
They dared go against the grain
He struck out blindly in all directions
No one dared stand in his way
They were all agents of some infection
They would not outlive the day
His whole life now is dark and dreary
All his friends are out the door
All this vengeance made him weary
All this madness made him sore
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